Adam hated life right now and, by extension, whatever god existed.

And considering that he was currently face to face with one, he probably would've been asking them every question he could think of.

Like why did an ice cream truck run him over?

It wasn't like he was jaywalking in a busy area. His neighborhood was and probably still is very quiet… At least until they found his corpse, but that's beside the point. Who drives an ice cream truck going at what felt like 70 miles per hour in a random neighborhood in California?

Especially rural California!

Do ice cream trucks even go through neighborhoods anymore?

Anyway, Adam can say that he hates ice cream trucks with a burning passion. Especially when you consider that being run over by an ice cream truck was Adam's first and only experience with an ice cream truck.

Definitely not a good first impression.

The problem was that he currently had bigger fish to fry.

Like the god staring right at his face.

Well, to be completely fair, the guy looked fine. He looked to be a human with neatly combed onyx hair, amber eyes, and an apologetic look on his face.

Adam clicked his tongue. The resulting sound echoing through the void he was currently standing in, somehow.

"So, how's your day been?"

Adam slapped himself in the face. After all, what kind of question was that?

"It's been fine," The god replied, nervously looking to the side, "Though it could've been better considering what happened to you."

"What did my death cause reality to collapse or something?" Adam asked sarcastically. He would've laughed but at the god's still nervous look he coughed, "Wait actually?"

"Not exactly, but it did derail some plans of mine." The god sighed, "You were going to go to med school right?"

"Yeah."

The god clicked his tongue this time.

The silence continued for a few more moments.

"I was supposed to cure cancer or something wasn't I?"

"Herpes."

"Ah."

"So what now?"

The god shot him a neutral look this time, "You're quite inquisitive. But I suppose that makes sense." The god's form changed from a human into a man wearing a familiar suit of power armor.

"No!"

"Yes."

"No!"

"Don't worry, you won't be kicked around that hard. I've given you some supplementary gifts to help you out."

"No! I refuse! I'm not getting ise–"


"–kai'd," Adam finished lamely. He took a moment to breathe, then he looked up at the broken moon and then at his body which was covered by the same futuristic armor that god wore.

Then he looked straight ahead at the screen in front of him.

[Adam MacAllan]

Rank: 0

Money:

1500 Lien

Privileges:

N/A

Games:

Titanfall 2 (Unavailable)

Property:

Unnamed Cafe (Unavailable) - 80.5km Northeast

[Overview]

Armor:

Pilot's Armor, Jump-Kit attached (Apex Predator Ver.)

Primary:

Borchardt C-93

Secondary:

N/A

Ordinance:

AT Mines x2

Melee:

Data-Knife

Tacticals:

Holo-Pilot

Cloak

Items:

Credit Card

Rations x3

Canteen

Survival 101 Handbook

[Microtransactions]

Adam stared at the three screens in front of his face.

Dumbly, he mentally swiped these screens away and they disappeared.

He took a deep breath, "Okay. Adam, calm yourself." He took another deep breath and closed his eyes.

He did everything he could. He breathed deeply, he emptied his mind, and yet still…

"FUUUUU–"


Adam swiped a tree branch away from his face. It smacked itself into the tree it was attached to before it swung around and hit him in the back of the head with a loud thunk.

Adam cursed as he rubbed the back of his head, or rather his helmet. He still felt weird about wearing the thing.

Oh sure, once he calmed himself down, he nerded out hard. Especially since it came from one of his favorite game franchises.

The problem was that he was still stuck in these endless woods!

Thankfully with the help of the Survival 101 Handbook and what he could remember from his time as a Boy Scout, he was able to survive and slowly make his way northeast to what was apparently a cafe that he owned.

Yay.

But to be completely honest, the trek northeast was actually quite peaceful. Adam missed the internet and his family of course, but there was just something about staying in nature that calmed him.

There was also the fact that the trek was several days now and his feet ached but whatever.

He lifted his head and underneath his helmet, his eyes widened.

"Civilization!" He nearly began running but stopped himself.

He didn't have ID, he probably didn't have any other records.

And he was in another world.

That thought alone sobered him up completely from his euphoric high.

Adam shifted in place before sighing.

"What's the worst that can happen?" He said to himself and took a single step forward.


Well, what happened was that he got a gun pointed at him.

Several actually.

But Adam managed to activate his cloak in time and run past the checkpoint and whatever the TSA equivalent of this city was.

Using the alleyways and the fact that he could cloak for short periods of time, Adam managed to lose the people chasing after him and make his way to where he was standing currently.

A nicely decorated, quaint little cafe. It had an oak door and the walls were painted a calming blue. A few windows peered out letting him get a tiny glimpse inside, of which he saw chairs and what looked to be computers as well as a countertop with some drink-making equipment.

An empty wooden sign sat in front of the cafe and another was attached to the storefront, also similarly empty.

He would've gone inside already and go looking around, however…

The problem was that he couldn't.

Please select a name:

[_] (15 character limit)

[Enter]

The bane of every gamer. Naming something and considering this was apparently his business, he couldn't pick a meme name and call it a day.

He couldn't even move either! Well his feet couldn't anyways.

Everything was frozen in place. Even the pigeon flying through the air and the overly energetic kid skipping through the street.

Time had completely stopped.

And so Adam racked his head, twiddled his thumbs, and slapped himself in the face to try and come up with a decent name.

So far, he had three ideas.

Number one, The Apex's Rest.

Number two, The ACE Cafe.

Number three, Journey's Recess.

He leaned more toward the first one considering the emblem on his armor.

The second was also a Titanfall reference except to the Frontier Militia-aligned faction led by Barker.

The third was the least generic cafe name he could come up with.

Adam shrugged and began to eenie meenie miney moe it.

And after three minutes, his finger landed on option number one. He totally didn't restart several times because he kept having second, third, fourth, and fifth thoughts.

Typing in the name, he clicked enter.

And in awe, he saw the signs change before his eyes.


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Somewhat. Chapters are going to be a lot shorter because I'm focusing on original fiction. *Insert Shameless Plug Here*

It's Rightmustgamer on Scribblehub if you're wondering (which you probably aren't).

I'll write my fanfics whenever I get the muse to, so updates will be infrequent.